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Judah shook his head and kissed my shoulder. “Are you sure you want them to live with us?” he teased, and I shrugged.
“I’m seriously reconsiderin’ it,” I joked in return. I leaned farther into him and sighed. “Ellis, your turn.”
He jumped to his feet and did a little excited wriggle that had me chuckling. Tonight he wore a thin black T-shirt that clung to his slim chest and a utility kilt that was black with a deep red tartan pattern on the sides. The kilt had large pockets and a thick belt that wrapped around his waist, and it suited him well, except his getup looked hilarious when finished off with bright red-and-white bowling shoes.
“You’re stylin’ those shoes, kid,” I shouted playfully at him.
He flipped his black hair at me like he was in a shampoo ad and kicked back his leg, baring his naked hairy shins for us. “No one can pull off this look except me.”
“You tell them, El!” Hilton hooted, and I wasn’t sure what weird reality I’d walked into, but I liked it.
“Oh God.” I buried my face against Judah’s neck. “These two belong to us now. We’re goin’ to need the beer I bought today when we get home.”
“That Scottish stuff?” Judah’s nose scrunched, and I poked him in the abs, earning a deep laugh. “I say this with respect, Puffin, but it’s shit.”
“Hey now, that’s what Dad used to like. He’s the reason I buy it. Bonnybridge is sentimental.” Despite my protests, I wouldn’t make him drink it. I knew it wasn’t the best beer, but it came with memories of my dad.
“Damn it!” Ellis’s shoulders slumped as he turned, and I glanced around his body to find he’d only hit two pins.
“Is this when I laugh at you like you did to me?” I asked, and he pouted in response.
“No. That would be mean, and you’re not mean, Tav.” He pointed at me, showing off his black fingernails. “I have another shot yet. You wait.”
I waved my hand toward the lane. “Let’s see what you got then, kid.”
What he had was knocking down the rest of the pins, giving him a spare. I made a face at him when he cheered and winked at me.
“Go gloat somewhere else,” I said with a laugh as Judah took his turn. Like Hilton, he got a strike, and I held up my hands in dismay. “I thought you were goin’ to miss them for me.”
“Oops. I don’t like to lose.” He tackle-hugged me on the seat, and I smacked his back as he laid kiss after kiss all over my face. With his weight on top of me, I could barely move, but I didn’t want to anyway. Happiness like I’d never felt before expanded in my chest.
“Get off, you cheater.” I smacked his arse this time, and his laughter ignited the joy inside me until it was a blazing wildfire. He finally moved so I could get up and grab my ball from the rack. I pointed two fingers at my eyes, then him. “I’m watchin’ you and your tricks, mate.”
Judah snorted and walked over to me. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
I stared at him suspiciously. “Fine. Come on, big boy.”
“Are you two flirting?” Hilton yelled at us, eliciting more giggles from him and Ellis. Was this what it was like to have young adult children? It sure felt like it.
Judah guided me over to the lane and stood behind me. He pressed his chest to my back and nestled his chin on my shoulder. He placed his hands on my hips and rocked us together. “It’s all in the hips.”
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from making a Happy Gilmore joke.
Behind us, I heard laughter coming from the next lane, and the young ladies sitting there hooted at us. I flushed and tried to ignore the warmth in my cheeks, as well as the extra attention this show was giving us.
He slid his hand down my arm until he curled his fingers around my wrist. “Move your arm with me.” He guided me to the end of the lane, and together, we swung my arm. He wasn’t doing anything helpful, but I wasn’t going to protest having him so close. I couldn’t get enough of him. “And release.”
I let go of the ball as I swung it toward the lane, and it went flying across the floor... straight into the gutter. “Well, bloody hell.”
Judah chuckled. “We tried.”
I poked him in the chest. “You just wanted to feel me up.”
He cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me on the mouth. “Can’t deny it, Puffin.” His gaze dropped to my chest, where my tight polo shirt strained over my pecs. “I also enjoy watching you bowl in that shirt.” He lowered his voice so no one else could hear us. “Maybe when we get home, you can show me how your tits look when you play with some other balls.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to groan or laugh, so I did both. “Yeah, you win for the puns tonight, sweetheart.”
He chuckled and slapped me on the arse as he walked away.
